Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Pole,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
X-102,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.